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Ayy, so I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ to find a prostitute, ya know, the usual Tony Soprano night. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*, that freaky-ass movie I love—fuckin’ Haneke, man, he gets it. “Someone’s watchin’ me,” I mutter, like Georges in the flick, paranoid as shit. Streets are dark, Jersey’s hummin’, and I spot this chick—legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. I’m like, “Who’s this broad? She real or what?”

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Wolvega.

First off, I hit the streets of Wolvega, right? I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, feeling all pumped. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

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